In My Neighborhood

[D-Wiz and Spice 1]Hey yo Spice, what's goin' on manThat sound like 5-0 over there, is that 5-0?Same mutha fuckas that beat my homie down last weekBut I ain't trippin' I got the 187 proof by my side it's fittin' ta be onIs that right, but where you stayin' at man, what's goin' onSame mutha fuckin' neighborhood manJust tryin' ta get this shit off the ground this rap thang, ya knowYeah I heard that shit, let these niggas know what time it isYeah, check it

[Spice 1]I like to walk around my hood, smokin dank a lotI see some brothers in the trees, is they slingin rocks?Runnin through a broken-down wooden fenceA nigga didn't have brains cause he smoked sinseOr sess, or whatever you wanna call itHe got the task on his ass, better haul itFiends suckin up the crack in the backyardDropped a pebble on the ground, now he's lookin hardWill he keep searchin or will he cease and just forget the hit?Or pull a jack move and let the nine clickI'm in the cut, late night, about 12 o'clockI see some brothers bustin caps in a parking lotThere go my homies rollin up in a black 'vetteNothin but the money for the paycheck"another day, another dead up in the alleyway"That's what the boys in the bay up in cali sayThe california life, task in the palm treesBrothers be clockin g's, slingin ki'sUp in my neighborhood

[Spice 1]Funk - is a part of my lifeIt's the sound of the gangster spiceWarning - check out the blast of a shotgunNine muthafuckin millimeter, have oneOr two or three or fourCause every brother in my hood is hardcoreBoom-boom! to the death of a copPop-pop-pop! - see another one dropCrazy-ass nigga off the peppermint schnappsAnd now you wonder why young niggas sling hop?Never woulda thought i'd be a dealer of dopeNiggas slingin and bangin and breakin necks and throatsThe spot, it was poppin, but yet the fuzz kept ridin my jockTick-tock, i watch the clock, they flockSee a undercover cop raise off the blockThat's how it is in the game of slingin rocksCause on the tv they make it look real goodBut mr. rogers ain't got shit on myniggas up in the neighborhood

[Spice 1]Welcome to the ghetto, although i call it my neighborhoodSome people get out, but some people stay for goodI see a dopefiend yellin he's a o.g.He scratched his head and started starin like he knows meI say: What up, old man, i seen your face beforeIt was my homie's pops, shirt dirty, pants toreHe had a 40 in his hand, left a little swallowHe said: Young-ass nigga — and then he threw the bottleI ducked down, and i had to duck real fastStepped two feet back, and then i banked his assI started kickin and stompin my nigga's brains outI heard a bitch yell "freeze!" and runnin out the houseIt was his wife, and the bitch started bustin at meI can't believe this shit, this bitch is trigger-happyPull out my nine, bust the bitch in the left tittyThat's how it is in a burned-out dopefiend cityAnd now you're sayin i'm the nigga up to no goodIf gives a fuck if you're bush, you getjacked up in my neighborhood